Yeah. Supposedly, he killed, like, five Wendigos in a night.
He, uh, he rolled into town a few months back,
tried to convince me he was FBI Agent Fox Mulder.
He was chasing a pack of ghouls, and I helped.
He'd pass through every once in a while after that,
and we'd grab co-- coffee or...something.
The -- the wake's tonight, and, um,
they're gonna salt and burn the body tomorrow.
Yes, you'd be doing us a favor if you let us tag along.
Mmm. Loraine, of course. How you holding up?
Well, it's a house full of loud, drunk Hunters...
and my son's dead body is in the parlor.
But I haven't slit my wrists yet.
Small victories.